I am the original bad mom. In fact, I shouldn’t have been a mother. If I had an inkling of what I know now I would’ve joined an organization to become a big sister to children who needed a friend, confidante or tutor rather than giving birth. I was married and pregnant at age 17. I didn’t enjoy being pregnant and I didn’t enjoy motherhood. I was trying to be a nurturer to my son when I was a poor mother and nurturer to myself. I got caught up into having children because of religious, cultural and societal messages that say it’s “the thing” to do. I didn’t ponder that having a vagina and a uterus was giving me a …